You muscles are suddenly not there. There is nothing to make your body protected from its body-ness, its bold sex.
Bold bone
You know how to act like a human in the bathroom
Too public
The world rankles-narks&nettles/ makes bitter /worsens
Or does it it-s-rapture-of-the-deep
around you all assemblage make-s-language maybe
On submission tracks, leaking to
every location, not scrupulous, not trying to carve a particular path
Into the baby’s breath many of the worlds already used will reinvent
themselves, I have been one of them. Why are you so
silent, self?
Hellos too. Much of the same things we say we do when we won’t do them, but that’s just the way people are at it, at the arched fabric, your wedding, your promenade.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Palinode 23
Posted by hailey at 4:31 PM
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